Above the wide northwest plain, a ray of light that resembled a sword flashed past. Its alarming movement speed was even faster than lightning.
The rushing wind parted and the ray of light disappeared to reveal a silhouette standing atop a sword. This person had pointy eyebrows and eyes as bright as stars.
He had traveled all the way here by flight—atop his sword. He observed the vast land area of the northwest plain and squinted his eyes.
"We are almost at Western Mystery City... Great Elder arranged for us to go there to assist. Did such a terrible thing really happen at Western Mystery City? The Shura Sect's re-emergence… No one would ever expect that." Tang Yin's white robe fluttered in the wind as he looked over at the distant horizon. With a ray of light, he continued moving forward.
